Lyrics:
after whores But it's been months You can call me operose Actually, refer to me as a pro Asking questions only god knows Just remember I don't got a red
tramonto E all'alba, l'orsa varca il confine / conduce i suoi figli /lungo dolci colline /nel sole che dà luce e calore /alle api operose avvolte dentro un
Pioggia d'aprile, sui litorali, desolate Si adagiano Le imbarcazioni dei pescatori Pioggia d'aprile Dalle finestre donne operose Raccolgono I
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